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the window's open blowing, the travelling wind from afar, alight upon the breeze curtains shudder shiver under scrutiny fade to backdrop the sky on other sides of windows bruised, battered existing an enticement to a wandering eye that nomad's look through faded curtains rustic frame sees only the road only a path in the woods and only his reflection trudging alone hands in pockets head down steadily further down the road |